Both boys rushed to the table and sat down, happy to regain some of their modesty under the table. They also stayed on their best behavior throughout the meal despite the terrible anticipation each felt. After dinner was over, they cleared the table and did the dishes, knowing full well their underpants were now quite visible. So were their red faces.
Finally, Mrs. Wilkins crossed over to the basement door, opened it, and announced,
“Children, I think it’s time for our little basement chat. If both of you would please come downstairs with me.”
Johnny and Billy looked at each other nervously as they headed for the basement stairs. As they passed Mrs. Wilkins, she encouraged each of them with a swat. Once she closed the door behind them, Billy knew their fate was sealed. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he noticed how quiet and cool the basement was. Not that he had much time to survey the room. Mrs. Wilkins quickly took them by the ear and marched them over to a straight-backed chair. After releasing them to the right, she sat down. Johnny had already begun whimpering and pleading,